Page 64 of Panty Dropper

“Thanks for the—” The door shut. “—donuts and coffee.”

I sat back down and thought about what she’d said. Why would Abernathy go to her grandparents’ house and then not speak to her? And why had he gone to her graduation ceremonies?

I picked up the jelly donut that I’d only taken one bite out of so far and took another one. When I did, the gooey filling squirted out the bottom and landed smack dab in my lap.

“No,” I cried out as I grabbed the two folded napkins that were still clean and tried to gently remove the jelly, crossing my fingers that my swift action would result in there being no trace of my breakfast eating snafu on my denim.

When I lifted the bright red blob I jotted a mental note to self: Finger crossing does not work.

There was a wet stain that looked like I’d peed my pants, or worse, had bled through my shorts.

Shit. That was the last clean item of clothing I have.

Well, that wasn’t exactly true. I did have one thing I could wear.

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